Tonight it's dark and the moonlight is dim
as lonesome I am longing to be with you,
shadows draw a spectre as the mind's whim
it moves on the wall, as shadows tend to do,
where it seems to be a very strange thing.
Something to us have brought division
but in my mind it's you that are visiting.
Some people may laugh at this as derision
but I do love and miss you so terribly
and this is just something in my mind,
I sincerely wish to have you with me
and it's as if your scent is on the wind,
suddenly through the clouds the moon glow
the image is away and still I do love you so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem